Storm breath

    We happily laughed on the beach--
    yes, Gypsy woman, tell us our future.
    Remember? She had the queen of hearts
    next to the king of spades, when the wind
    had blown them apart.

    Over years, the wars away on and off and on,
    and our fortunes at work up and down, and
    our wagon with four kids and a dog
    and two cats, moving every three years
    to another city,

    I held my breath remembering
    the warm Gypsy woman
    and the cold wind.



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